Highlander's Wicked TemptationA Historical Scottish Romance Novel Maddie MacKenna Contents A Gift from the Highlands Before You Start Reading… Scottish Brogue Glossary Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Preview: Highlander’s Bewitching Healer Prologue 1. Ambushed 2. The Laird Also by Maddie MacKenna About the Author A Gift from the Highlands Thank you very much for purchasing my book. It really means a lot to me, because this is the best way to show me your love and support! As a way to show you my gratitude, I have written a full length novel for you, called Highlander’s Untamed Bride. It’s only available to people who have downloaded one of my books and you can get your free copy by tapping the image below or this link here. 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Yet, as happy as he feels with Cleopatra in his arms, Jude’s mind never strays from his ultimate goal: keeping his son safe. An undertaking that seems almost impossible when assassins move through the walls. Because it's an eye for an eye, a child lost for a lost child... Scottish Brogue Glossary Here is a very useful glossary my good friend and fellow author Lydia Kendall sent to me, that will help you better understand the Scottish Brogue used: aboot - about ach - oh afore - before an' - and anythin - anything a'side - beside askin' - asking a'tween - between auld - old aye - yes bampot - a jerk bare bannock- a type of biscuit bearin' - bearing beddin' - bedding or sleeping with bellend - a vulgar slang word blethering - blabbing blootered - drunk bonnie - beautiful or pretty bonniest - prettiest cannae - cannot chargin' - charging cheesin' - happy clocked - noticed c'mon- come on couldn'ae - couldn't coupla - couple of crivens - hell cuddie - idiot dae - do dinin' - dining dinnae - didn't or don't disnae - doesn't dobber - idiot doesn'ae - doesn't dolton - idiot doon - down dram - a measure of whiskey efter - after eh' - right 'ere - here fer - for frein - friend fey - from gae - get or give git - a contemptible person gonnae - going to greetin' - dying hae - have hald - hold haven'ae - haven't heed - head heedstart - head start hid - had hoovered - gobbled intoxicated - drunk kip - rest lass - young girl leavin - leaving legless - drunk me - my nae - not no' - not noo - now nothin' - nothing, oan - on o' - of Och - an Olympian spirit who rules the sun oot- out packin- packing pished - drunk scooby - clue scran - food shite - shit sittin' - sitting so's - so as somethin' - something soonds ' sounds stonking - stinking tae - to teasin' - teasing thrawn - perverse, ill-tempered tryin' - trying wallops - idiot wee -small wheest - talking whit's - what's wi'- with wid - would wisnae - was not withoot - without wouldnae - wouldn't ya - you ye - you yea - yes ye'll - you'll yer - your yerself - yourself ye're - you're ye've - you've 1 The crashing of footsteps on the hard-wood floors bounced off the stone walls of the manor. Glancing over her shoulder, fear rippled through Cleopatra as she raced down the deserted hallway. With each step she took, the braver she became, knowing her salvation was just beyond the hard oak door. The door and her freedom were within her grasp, but she knew one mistake would cost her dearly. A distant clatter of voices caused her to pause. Darting to the nearby door, she stepped into the nook and pressed herself against the wall as far as she could go. Holding her breath, she waited for the sounds to die down before peaking around the door frame. She knew if she were caught, she’d find herself once again locked in the tower for days on end, but the risk was worth it. Even if all she got to see were the pale blue skies and soft white clouds drifting by, she could endure the weeks of solitude if she were discovered. With her heart pounding against her ribs, she slowly slipped out of her hiding spot. Hugging the wall, she tiptoed further down the hallway, praying for a chance to see the outside world. It wasn’t her escape that was such a grievous offense, but the deed she had done. For in her clammy little hand, she clung to a book she had swiped from her father’s library. If he caught her with such an item it would be the end for her. “What are you telling me?” her father’s voice boomed down the hall. She froze against the wall and squeezed her eyes tight. Every nerve sparked like little flames that would soon turn into a raging inferno. Her palms moistened as she chomped down on her lips. “I know the Clan is planning something and I would like to know what it is.” “Yes, right away, Sire,” a meek voice answered back. Cleopatra knew instantly the sound of Allen Welch. He had been her father’s councilman for decades. His whiny voice made even the servants cringe. She paused as her ears perked. Please don’t come this way. Turn and go to the study. That is where you need to go. Not down this way. With nowhere to hide, Cleopatra knew she could easily be exposed,
